muse muses musings;

Looking at the small details of things was never my forte. After days of whining and thrash talking I have come to realize that I misread and misinterpreted something.

OF MONTREAL IS PERFORMING IN MARCH. NOT FEBRUARY. And for the whole time I have been whining about not being able to attend it due to camp. Oh wait. It's still hanging on the rocks. I MAY STILL ENTER A _ L C.

Received a sharp stinging bite during training. I don't know what the fuck pierced my skin, but it wasn't nice. Who likes pain anyway. Speaking of pain, my camp mate actually wanted to experience being stung by a scorpion. Now I really understand what people mean when they say you'll meet all sorts of people in army.

And I need more clothes. Ciao.

soundbites: Sam Sparro - Black and Gold (FUCKING AWESOME)